Ye Fan descended from the sky and smashed the eighth prince with one punch. His body split into pieces and flew in all directions. Blood splashed onto everyone present.
"Ah …"
The eighth prince's primordial spirit rushed out and screamed mournfully. The little golden crow that had always been dazzling rushed up to the sky in an attempt to escape this fatal calamity.
"Pluff!"
However, Ye Fan didn't give him a trace of a chance at all. He was like a demonic god, looking down on the world. A large golden hand reached out, grabbing the primordial spirit on the cloud, crushing it into powder.
From now on, the eighth prince's name would forever be erased from this world!
Everyone was dumbfounded. Everything happened too fast. The Row Formula was peerless in this world. Ye Fan descended from the sky and instantly killed the future successor of the Golden Crow Tribe. It was as easy and swift as pulling out grass.
The Eighth Crown Prince of the Golden Crow Race had already killed a supreme being three years ago. This was a powerful Fiend Race outstanding individual, stunning the world.
However, it was precisely this demon prodigy who was comparable to a sect master that was crushed like a tile. He was killed in one breath's time. It was truly shocking!
"Old Eight!"
The people of the Golden Crow Clan roared. Beams of golden light pierced through the clouds, connecting the sky and the ground. They surrounded Ye Fan.
The death of a Golden Crow Prince was of great importance. It was related to their face and inheritance, yet he was killed by a single punch. This was a great enmity that would anger the entire tribe.
At the center of the battlefield, Ye Fan was majestic and had no intention of running away. His purple robe fluttered in the wind. His eyes were as bright as the stars while his thick black hair danced in the wind. He stood alone in the center of the battlefield and faced everyone.
"Do you all feel the same anger? Did you experience it when you killed a Heavenly King's descendant? Was it not enough to destroy the Ancient Sun King's inheritance? You won't even let go of the last bit of his bloodline?!"
Ye Fan faced the experts of the Golden Crow Tribe alone like a demonic god. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back without a trace of nervousness.
"You're truly heaven-defying for killing our divine son. This world can no longer tolerate you!" A commander from the Golden Crow Tribe shouted with a stern expression while holding the Demonic Jade Saber in his hand.
Clang!
Ye Fan didn't move. He just stood there with his hands behind his back. However, he circulated the Bing Character Formula. A terrifying saber hum resounded through the sky.
"Pu!"
The Devil's Jade Blood Saber was flipped upside down, and blood spurted several meters into the air. A head flew into the air, its face full of shock and fear, unable to believe what had just happened.
Everyone was stunned. The demonic blade turned around and cut open the commander's neck, cutting off his own head.
The jade-green saber light dyed the sky and the sea green. It was extremely horrifying. The saber turned into a streak of green light and shot out, nailing the Yuan Shen to death.
This place was dead silent. Many people felt their bodies go cold, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on their bodies. This was just too strange and terrifying.
At the center of the battlefield, only Ye Fan stood alone. His eyes were clear, his hair light and sparkling. He faced everyone and said, "Even a little commander dares to humiliate me?!"
"It's him! He actually escaped from the eye of the ocean and reappeared in this world!"
Finally, someone shouted, recognizing Ye Fan's identity.
"How can this be possible? Once one falls into that prison, they wouldn't be able to come out for eternity. Why did he appear here again?"
There had never been anyone who could escape from the eye of the north sea. That was the place where the ancient saints were suppressed. How did he do it? The people of the golden crow race were all astonished. Compared to Ye Fan's strength, they were more shocked that he could escape from the eye of the sea and reappear in this world.
A beam of golden light arced through the sky, flying towards the reef ahead. There was a supreme expert acting, wanting to capture the only child of the Ancient Sun Sect. He was afraid that something unexpected would happen because of Ye Fan's appearance.
The blue sky was like water, and the black ocean undulated. Ye Fan stood alone in this world. With a single finger, a golden beam of light slashed down, cutting off the path ahead.
That person was greatly shocked and hurriedly evaded. He opened his mouth and spat out a golden bridge. This divine bridge connected the void and reached the reef that was about to sink into the water.
Other than that, the others also acted to assist him. Right now, the most important thing was to prevent any unforeseen events from happening. They had to seize the last bloodline of the Sacred Sun Sect first.
"Hou!"
All of a sudden, Ye Fan roared, emitting a majestic heavenly voice. It was like the beginning of the universe, the origin of everything!
He was imitating the word 'Hou' in the six-syllable mantra of buddhism. Under the control of the Battle Saint Art, it actually contained a heaven-rending dao energy.
Back then, when the nine secrets clashed against the buddhist mantra, this divine voice almost caused him to die of hatred. To him, this memory was extremely deep. During these four years, he had tried to cultivate all the arts in the sea eye and naturally, he had also imitated it with the Battle Saint Art.
At this moment, Ye Fan roared, his voice was like the rumbling of the universe. Behind him, a gigantic divine statue appeared. However, this statue wasn't that of a buddha. Instead, it was the figure of a young man. His eyes were deep yet filled with sharpness, like a god or devil standing there. This was none other than him.
This wasn't him being narcissistic. Rather, it was because he could learn from nature but he definitely couldn't worship a single person in his cultivation. This was what he understood during these four years. If not, he wouldn't be able to verify his dao.
The legendary six-syllable ancient voice had the power to split heaven and earth. It was boundlessly profound and supreme. It contained the great power, wisdom, and compassion of the universe.
Back then, that Ku Toutuo had only mastered half a syllable, so the heavenly voice he roared out wasn't complete. Now, Ye Fan's imitation wasn't a pure Buddhist chant, either.
However, this heavenly voice was truly too grand. The entire universe was resonating with it. Ye Fan had used the Battle Saint Art to endow it with a brand new divine ability.
Behind him, that god and devil stood alone and chanted along with him. It was incomparably terrifying, and one could clearly see the golden sound waves sweeping out in all directions.
The heaven and earth trembled, the sea surged into the sky, and the universe cracked. The twenty or so people who rushed toward the submerged reef all cracked under this mysterious ancient voice. They instantly turned into dust and no longer existed.
As for that almighty Golden Crow, his golden bridge collapsed at the first moment. His physical body couldn't escape either. Under the heavenly voice derived from the Battle Saint Art, a section of his body was destroyed. Only his upper body was left, and the people behind him worked together to save him.
Buddhism's six-syllable mantra — Ma, Ma, Ni, Pad, Mi, Hum — was the supreme sacred art. Those who cultivated it to the highest level could subdue all the deities in the heavens.
However, just like the nine secrets of Taoism, it had long been lost. Only a few of the most ancient sacred temples had each mastered one word. Even if they were combined, it would be difficult to gather them all together.
In the distance, all the members of the Golden Crow Race were livid. Ye Fan was too powerful. With a soft shout, the majestic heavenly voice could even shatter a mighty figure's body in half. It was truly terrifying.
In the present age, there weren't many who dared to oppose the Golden Crow Race. Even powerful lineages like the Human King Hall and the Moon Palace didn't want to clash with them. But now, there was someone who dared to do so, and it was only one person at that!
"Wuwu …" The young child's sorrowful cries rang out. It was exceptionally mournful.
On the reef, this very young child was wearing tattered clothes. During his life as a fugitive, his body had almost been broken. He looked haggard and weak. His big eyes were filled with tears as he hugged the old servant's broken arm. He shook it forcefully and cried, "Uncle Jiang, don't abandon me. Tong Tong wants to live with you. Don't go."
"I can't see you grow up. Cough …" The old servant coughed up blood. His mouth was full of bloody foam, and even his white hair was dyed red. All the bones in his body were broken, and there was no longer any light in his eyes. He could no longer see anything.
He stretched out his long deformed arm and caressed the child's little face with his coarse hand. It was as if he couldn't feel at ease. He refused to move his hand away and forced himself not to swallow his last breath.
Ye Fan stared at all the people of the Golden Crow Race. No one dared to approach. He descended and sent a stream of divine power to the old servant. He wanted to feed him some divine spring water, but he found that he was already powerless.
This old servant's physical body and vitality had long been destroyed. There was only one reason why he could survive until now, and that was because he couldn't feel at ease with this child.
"The Holy Emperor … has immeasurable merit to the Human Race. He has made so many contributions … but even his descendant has been treated like this. I can't accept this … I don't have the ability to protect him … this is the last bit of the Holy Emperor's bloodline. "
The old servant panted and trembled. Two streams of turbid old tears rolled down his face. Then, he began to cough out large mouthfuls of blood. His entire body was torn apart.
"You can leave in peace. With me here, no one can harm him!" Ye Fan said seriously. His voice wasn't loud at first, but it slowly began to reverberate like divine thunder. It rushed into the nine heavens and descended into the nine hells. It roiled, shaking the heavens. The entire Northern Sea was roaring!
In the distance, the expressions of everyone from the Golden Crow Race changed. Ye Fan's voice was filled with intimidating killing intent. For the sake of this child, he was clearly going to fight to the death. He wanted to unleash a great slaughter!
"Is … is this true?" The old servant couldn't see anything. He couldn't even speak. He could only lightly move his lips and produce weak gasps for breath.
"It's true. As long as I am still alive, no one can harm him!" Ye Fan replied with the most concise voice and strength, telling him to feel at ease. This was the best explanation he could give to the old servant.
"Thank you … you have to protect him, preserve … the last bit of the Holy Emperor's bloodline … the past Holy Emperor … had immeasurable kindness towards the Human Race. You cannot … be disappointed …"
In the end, the old servant's lips became ice-cold. Even his indistinct breathing stopped. His primordial spirit shattered and was about to scatter.
"Uncle Jiang …" The child cried loudly. He threw himself into the old servant's ice-cold embrace and cried out sorrowfully. Tears blurred his large bright eyes. "Tong Tong misses you. I won't let you leave. I don't have any relatives left. I only want you …"
He sobbed and continuously shook the old servant's corpse. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single trace of life left.
"Accumulating Yang to form divinity, there is form within the divinity. Form is born from the sun, the sun is born from the moon. Accumulating yin to form, there is spirit within form … "Ye Fan chanted. This was the Taoist" Scripture of Salvation ". It formed a mysterious force between heaven and earth.
Ye Fan discovered with astonishment that there seemed to be a wisp of light flying out from the old servant's shattered primordial spirit. Under the protection of the Scripture of Salvation, it tore through the air and disappeared.
"Is there really such a thing as reincarnation?" Ye Fan didn't know. He had never seen such a thing since ancient times.
A cultivator's primordial spirit could temporarily seize a flesh shell for its own use, but it would still have its original lifespan. Once it was exhausted, it would still die. It was a completely different matter from reincarnation.
Reincarnation was a new beginning. Everything in the past would be erased and a new life would begin. There were legends about it since ancient times, but no one had ever seen it. There was no proof.
"Uncle Jiang …" The child cried out in grief. Tears rolled down continuously. His frail little body trembled as he lay in the ice-cold embrace of the corpse. It was truly unbearable to watch.
"You killed our divine son and repeatedly violated our dao. The hatred of our entire clan cannot be resolved. We will kill you all under the heavens!" An elder of the golden crow race roared. His voice became louder and louder, shaking the vast sky until it collapsed. In the end, the entire Northern Sea surged with raging waves and was about to drown the heavens and earth.
There were over a hundred experts of the golden crow race here, including several princes. At this moment, they pressed forward together with the elder to kill Ye Fan.
"Uncle … don't go, Tong Tong misses you …" Amidst the roars of the crowd, a child's voice was so helpless and weak as he wept sadly.
Ye Fan faced the hundreds of golden crow race experts alone. His entire body was filled with murderous intent as he said in a cold voice, "The hatred of the entire clan … then who should the descendant of the ancient sun emperor complain to? You want to destroy even the last bloodline of the human race's Saint Emperor. This is truly intolerable and intolerable! This hatred, indeed, cannot be resolved, and there is no need to resolve it. Just kill all of you! "
A murderous atmosphere swept across the Northern Sea like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. It was incomparably cold and bleak.
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